I rushed from one bolivian town to the next - La Paz, Cochabamba, Santa Cruz, without really warming up to any of them. Finally, I found a great hammock in the little village of Samaipata. There's an archaeologica site called "El Fuerte" 9 km out of the village where I hiked to one day, the last part of the way  the image of that local that saw me leave on food and just said "pero el calor!!!!!" haunted me, but I made it! I also had a glimpse on the Amboro National Park nearby. Another remarkable bustrip brought me to Sucre - the white city -, where I spend Christmas and New Years Eve, there are certainly worse places to get stuck at in Bolivia. I passed through the mining town of Potosi on my way to Uyuni, where most of the trips to the "Salar" start, which I thought would be a Bolivia-highlight and a good way to leave Bolivia ( and it certainly was). The Salar was stunning, nothing but white as far as you can see, but I also liked the EPIC desert landscapes that followed: some little vicuñas almost blending in with the background with their brown fur, and in the distance mountains with a mixture of colours ( vulcanic sediments) - milky white,caramel,yellow,red and different shades of brown blending into each other. And of course there were all those "lagunas", most impressive the "Laguna Colorada" with loads of flamingos , also vulcanos and geysirs to marvel at. I crossed the border into Chile at a little remote outpost and just arrived at the "touristvillage" of San Pedro de Atamaca